Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
The Birds
Hobbo: I’m just watching the birds in the garden.
Dauphy: And?
Hobbo: Well, everybody has had a rubbish year this year. Even those who haven’t had a personal tragedy have still had to cope with covid. The birds though, they’ve never even heard of covid. 2020 has been the same as any other year for them.
Dauphy: And me! What’s covid?
Hobbo: Never mind. It’s nothing for you to worry about.
Dauphy: Have you chosen the second song?
Hobbo: Yes. This is for anyone who has lost a loved one this year, and everybody else who has had a difficult year. It’s called Lonely this Christmas and it’s by a group called Mud.
Dauphy: Wow, that’s emotional!
Hobbo: You’re crying?
Dauphy: I was thinking of Bella.
Thanks Hobbo: Christmas can be a lonely time for those who’ve lost loved ones 🙏 and the poor birds don’t have covid, they have bird flu…😳
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But they don’t know that they have it! 😂😂
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It’s probably better that way…
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Okay, you got to explain one day…
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Bella was Dauphy’s best mate before she passed away three years ago.
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I figured something like that. We have always had animals, it is hard when they go.
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That is why we don’t plan on having any more…but we have said that before!
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I thought that about the last one who died, but… while there are animals out there needing a home, and people prepared to offer one… We’ll always have one until it becomes too much for us.
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They are brilliant company. It’s saying goodbye that is so very difficult.
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🖤🖤🖤
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